Today's poem is by A. M. Juster


A large bouquet arrived at nine;
Security agreed to sign.

His unread note was saccharine;
Her voicemail said she wasn't in.

Though someone tried to track her down,
His gesture wilted, then turned brown.

As petals crumbled on her chair,
He reassessed the whole affair.

By cellphone his assistant learned
That she had faxed when she returned.

He e-mailed her while leaving town
Just as her network had gone down.

Before he made another try,
She moved in with some other guy.

Copyright © 2003 A. M. Juster All rights reserved
from The Secret Language of Women
The University of Evansville Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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